there is now an empty space. Well, not an empty space really since all the previous blog postings are still there. I don't know why, but I just haven't felt like blogging. and I've always got something to say, so I don't know what's going on. I still don't feel like blogging. But I am anyway. I thought I would share one of my most favoritest po-ems in the entire universe, since it's a little how I'm feeling right now.
The Puppet
The music is soft
yet it is deep
it is slowly begininning to seep
into the inner most thoughts I keep
He hits the piano, his fingers leap
from note to note and key to key
It's hard to believe he's playing for me.
But he is.
Or so he said
by now he's got control
of my head.
I will do
whatever he may say
I am his puppet,
it is me he will play.
~jw 1991
